Three guys are trying to sneak into the Olympic Village in
Atlanta to scoop souvenirs and autographs. The first says,
"Let's watch the registration table to see if there's a crack
in the security system that we can utilize to scam our way
in."
Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and
states, "Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shotput." He opens his
gym bag to display a shotput to the registration attendant.
The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is you
packet of registration materials, complete with hotel keys,
passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets, and other
information."
HOT DOG! The first guy grabs a small tree sapling, strips off
the limbs and roots, walks up the registration table and
states: "Chuck Wagon. Canada. Javelin."
The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is you packet
of registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets,
and so forth. Good luck!"
The second guy grabs a street utility manhole cover, walks up
the registration table and states: "Dusty Rhodes. Australia.
Discus."
The attendant says, "Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is you packet
of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes,
and meal tickets. Enjoy yourself."
They scamper in, but suddenly realize the third guy is
missing. They groan - OH NO. He's a simpleton from the hills
of Vermont. They forgot to make sure he doesn't do something
stupid and blow their cover stories.
They spot him walking with a roll of barbed wire under his arm.
He walks up the registration table and states: "Foster Bean.
Hardwick, Vermont. Fencing."
